Chapter 8

The ghost named Yang Qing did not dare to move, for fear that Zhao Shi behind her would pierce her with a sword.

"Young master, is this the ghost girl?"

Zhao ling'er looked at Yang Qing who was transparent like jelly curiously, and even poked Yang Qing's towering chest with his finger.

"Pain!"

Zhao ling'er's fingers full of Qi and blood force touched Yang Qing, and immediately let her body emit a wisp of green smoke, let Yang Qing send out a cry of pain, tears all flow down, but still dare not move, can only look at Zhao ling'er with hate eyes.

"Well"

Zhao Shi nodded his head

"this is a second-order ghost of wandering soul, but somehow he is very smart and has complete wisdom.

It's very rare for such a weak and intelligent kid.

Not to mention that she has a talent for magic. I don't know how happy she will be if those evil monks who like to raise ghosts are caught. "

Zhao ling'er exclaimed, "is it so valuable?"

In Zhao ling'er's opinion, the friars are like gods. They are precious even to them. They are very precious.

"Yes, that's what it's worth."

Zhao Shi gently patted Yang Qing with the back of his sword, and beat her soul to tremble.

Then with a slightly murderous voice command: "Yang Qing little sister, become small, live in the red pearl inside."

Zhao Shi pointed to a piece of red chicken blood stone hanging behind his sword handle with his eyes. This chicken blood stone is a treasure of all kinds, and has a weak ability to nourish ghosts.

"All right."

Yang Qing looked at Zhao Shi pitifully. Zhao Shi was unmoved, just charming and useless.

See this, she had to be honest into a wisp of smoke into chicken blood stone inside.

"What happened?"

"Who is fighting?"

Zhao Shi and Yang Qing fought for a short time, but there was a lot of movement. The passenger and manager Li were awakened.

Zhao Shi couldn't bear to deal with these things, and said to Zhao ling'er, "ling'er, go to deal with it and say that I was assassinated here."

"Oh, I see, young master."

Zhao ling'er replied honestly.

This little girl Liang is not very interested in other things except practicing martial arts. She does what Zhao Shi says.

Zhao Shi sat cross legged on the bed with his sword across his waist and closed his eyes. He was sure that he would advance to the skin refining state in the early stage of body refining with the help of the weak spiritual power continuously transmitted from his sword before dawn.

Zhao Shi's breathing gradually became stable. His 639 muscles became stronger after a little bit of tempering. All the muscles of his body exercised together, which perfectly ensured the body's coordination and consistency, and it was no longer difficult to gather the strength at one point.

One hour, two hours, until midnight, Zhao Shi was still practicing.

Zhao Shi, who is used to practice, has learned to be used to loneliness and enjoy loneliness.

This game is not a game in which you can learn all skills with a little skill icon. Only the smartest and most used to solitude can stand at the top.

After midnight, when the time comes, Zhao Shi gradually enters deep sleep automatically. He is still a mortal now. He must ensure enough sleep to be more powerful.

Unlike others, he only needs two hours of deep sleep to stay energetic all day.

At the end of the night, all sounds are quiet, and occasionally a dog barks far away.

Different from human beings, Yang Qingyue's spirit and even her severely injured body recovered in the middle of the night. She carefully popped up her divine consciousness and scanned her surroundings.

There is no danger ahead.

There is no danger in the rear.

The people below have fallen into deep sleep, blood flow is normal, breathing is slow, muscles are relaxed, not pretending to sleep.

Even if he was asleep, Zhao Shi still sat upright on his knees. His sword was on his knees, and the moonlight reflected silver light on his white sword.

There is a red Bloodstone at the end of the hilt. Under the silver moonlight, a small woman's head slowly emerges and grows bigger. Then the body and legs are pulled out.

But Zhao Shi still did not have any reaction, is still breathing gently sleeping.

Yang Qing looked at Zhao Shi, who was sleeping on his knees, the ferocious color on his face flashed away, but he showed fear again. After hesitation, he still did not dare to attack Zhao Shi. As soon as his body floated, he wanted to escape from Zhao Shi under the moonlight by the window.

"I..."

Only she moved, a snow-white sword tip appeared on her neck, let her body stiff down, did not dare to move.

She swallowed a mouthful of nonexistent saliva, slowly turned around, felt the increasingly cold long sword on her neck, and said, "Rao, spare my life, I dare not run away again."

She is about to cry out, which is frightening to death. Who is the ghost?Zhao Shi gave Yang Qing a cold look: "the last time, the next time is death. Do you understand? "

"Yes, I understand. I understand."

Yang Qing's chicken pecked rice and nodded repeatedly. Without waiting for Zhao Shi to speak, he skillfully got into the chicken blood stone with a long sword handle, and did not dare to move.

Yang Qing, who came in, patted her chest with a look of palpitation. Almost, she could clearly feel that she was just about to die. Now she did not dare to run out.

Zhao Shi slowly closed his eyes, a moment later, he entered deep sleep again. For an expert, it is not only able to fight, but also a very important ability to sleep well.

……

The next morning, just before dawn, Zhao Shi left Tongfu Inn and rushed to Beiqiu county with his carriage under the care of Li pangzi and his mother-in-law.

The closer to the county seat, the more uneasy Zhao ling'er's expression on her face became. She took a look at Zhao Shi, who was still in practice. She couldn't help saying, "childe, the man who took the axe said yesterday that housekeeper Wu had come to Heifeng village."

"Well"

"childe, housekeeper Wu is the eldest lady's family member and has always been trusted by her. Many shady things are left to him to do."

Zhao Shi, sitting steadily on the bumpy carriage, opened his eyes, and a light blue property panel appeared in front of him.

Name: Zhao Shi

realm: skin refining environment in the early stage of body refining

strength: 1.3

Constitution: 1.2

divine sense: 1.5

mana: 0

skill: no

passive: S-level Kendo talent, increasing Kendo attack power by 20%.

Equipment: ordinary iron sword (no product)

"after one night's cultivation, the strength and physique of the third level of body refining have been increased by 0.2 and 0.2 respectively. This is the data that has been piled up with aura by virtue of talent. The next step of refining body and the second level of refining meat involves meridians, so it can't be so simple and crude."

"In fact, I can directly practice Xiandao skills, but I don't have the skills in this world, and I can't practice them.

Because as a king, one must practice the skills that he has created that completely conforms to his own, which is an important condition related to the later period.

The later the fairyland is, the more difficult it will be. Today's hardships will be rewarded one by one after the higher level. "

Zhao Shi pondered over his practice in silence and said, "ling'er, I know that the eldest lady is unkind to me, but my father called me and I had to go."

In fact, this kind of martial arts skills in the world are strictly preserved, which is hard to find anywhere. To create your own skills, you must refer to the skills of the world to create them.

Don't think that the player can get the skill at will. The system doesn't give any preferential treatment. How to do it or how to do it.

And we can't take actions involving pornography, drugs and massacres, because this is the health game principle stipulated by a certain general administration of culture and health.

It's really hard for players.

"Hello, I'm a flying snail. Can I help you?"

Just as the three of Zhao Shi came to the gate and were about to go home, a young man in ragged linen stopped Zhao Shi's carriage and asked sincerely.

He has a name on his head, a flying snail. There was a man behind him, with a name on his head, sunset three West.

These words can only be seen by players.

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